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Monday, March 8, 2010
Some troublesome weeks, words couldn't describes the pain I held to manage my life well. Though, I'm the Norule I used to be, hope what you see is something more beautiful, more indescribable. I used to picture the world a better place, picture it as the most amazing I've ever put my feet on the earth. I've imagined things would be different now. Awh, those sweet moments we shared, jump from one sofa to another and to the table singing our favourite songs during our childhoods. That was just when we were five. Now, things changed, we both go on our separate ways, both of us had somebody new, new bestfriends. My new bestfriend, if you are reading these, the words were invited my feelings of appreciation. "I wish you were my childhood buddies". Yes, I wish that would happened too, being greeted of an honour. I didn't realized that things happened so much in just a quick seconds. It seems like yesterday we were the kids full of joy, today we were separated by someone new. Words are harsh. Remembered that you use to told me "I thought you already have _ _ _ _ _" "How can I invite you, if you were too busy with your new bestfriend _ _ _ _ _" Damn girl, it was never too late, or never too busy for us to kiss and makeup the old pasts. We were used to be a good old buddies, bestfriends that uneasily being separated, but what happened? You, my good friend, do tell me, I wasn't myself that time. We used to dance on the table, the sofa. Now me and my NEW bestfriend reminded me back about the pasts. If there's a button that could made us turn back time, I would show my biggest appreciation for whom that invented such things. I was too afraid to tell you directly, so I've posted my grief in this blog, if you are also one of my readers, hope you know who you are. I've missed you my bestfriend, we weren't the way we suppose to be, we've just made our biggest mistakes, which is CHANGE. Cheers♥ |
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Off and go. ![]() Hey, I'm Norule, already 15. And my personal assistant for this blog is Shafiqah. If she feels that she wants to blog, she will blog. She always quotes so that's how you can tear apart the differences. Oh yeah, the person who wore the yellow shirt is Shafiqah. That's all, bye Reminiscence,
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